Misc. Erotica Paddu an innocent beautiful housewife

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This story is completely fictional. 

 As the story moves forward, new characters will enter depending on situations. 

Story Basic plot:

At its core, this is the story of Padhu—an innocent housewife, intensely sexual by nature, but loyal to her husband. Life, however, has its own way of testing people. The question is simple: will Padhu cross a line one day, or won’t she?

The Innocent Paddu story :

Padhu’s real name is Padhmini, 38 years old. Her husband, Sekhar, is 47. They have one son, Kiran, now in his early twenties—an adult, independent, and living at home for the time being.

Padhu’s problem isn’t love. It’s desire.

As Sekhar moved closer to fifty, his interest and stamina faded. Sex had become rare—once a month if she was lucky—and even then, it barely lasted five minutes. For Padhu, who burned with constant craving, it was torture. She wanted him badly, but there was nothing she could do.

She tried everything.

Sometimes she would walk around the bedroom naked, deliberately slow, letting him see every curve. A body like Padhu’s—soft, full, inviting—could wake even a dead man. Sekhar would get aroused, yes… but within minutes, it would be over. Five minutes. Three minutes sometimes. And she would be left standing there, heat still raging inside her.

With no choice, Padhu would lock herself in the bathroom and satisfy herself with her own hands, biting her lips in frustration. Somewhere deep inside, she still hoped her husband would change one day… or maybe she was just afraid of what her mind might start imagining if she let it wander too far. Either way, till now, she had never crossed a line.

Sekhar was rarely home these days. Work took him to other towns, sometimes for weeks. One such time, the groceries ran out. Padhu thought of asking Kiran, but he was busy with his own schedule, and she didn’t want to disturb him. Finally, she decided to go herself.

Padhu didn’t look 38. Anyone seeing her would guess early thirties at most. No belly, a tight waist with a natural curve, heavy breasts that filled her blouse perfectly, firm hips that moved without effort. She was the kind of woman men noticed without meaning to. Unfortunately, beautiful women often end up with useless husbands—and Padhu was no exception.

They lived in an apartment complex.

The watchman there, Raju, had noticed Padhu long ago. Too long ago. He was dark, a little overweight, not particularly handsome—but his eyes were always on her. Quietly, hungrily. He never missed a chance to stare at her chest when she walked past. He constantly waited for one thing—Padhu coming out alone.

That day, it finally happened.

Before leaving, Padhu tells Kiran,
“I’m going to buy groceries. Lock the door.”

Kiran looks up immediately.
“Amma, how will you go alone? Dad isn’t here. I’ll come with you.”

“No,” Padhu says gently. “You stay. Do your work. I need to get used to going alone anyway.”

Kiran hesitates, then hands her his phone.
“Okay, Amma. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”

She smiles.
“Study,” she says, and leaves.

Kiran locks the door and goes to his room. He looks innocent in front of everyone—but inside, he’s just like any other adult man, driven by desire. He has never looked at his mother the wrong way, not even once. But his appetite for women is strong. As soon as he’s alone, he opens a porn site and relieves himself, lost in his own world.

Outside, Padhu steps out with a bag in her hand.

Raju sees her—and freezes.

For the first time ever, Padhu is alone.

He watches as she walks. Even through her jacket, her heavy breasts move visibly, straining against the bra. That sight alone is enough to make his groin tighten instantly.

Padhu is fair, with a slight reddish glow, tall—around 5’8”—the kind of woman you can’t stop looking at once you start.

Raju quickly adjusts himself and walks up to her.

“Madam, you’re going alone? Do you need anything?” he asks casually.

“Nothing, Raju,” Padhu replies normally. “Groceries are over. Sir isn’t home, and Kiran is busy, so I’m going myself.”

She doesn’t know what Raju has been waiting for all this time.

Inside his head, Raju smiles.
Finally… a chance. Slowly. Carefully. One step at a time.

“Then give me the list, madam,” he offers. “I’ll bring it for you. Why take trouble?”

“No,” Padhu laughs. “You’ll buy wrong things and waste money.”

“Oh madam,” he says smoothly. “Those shopkeepers cheat innocent people. You don’t know bargaining. You’ll lose money.”

Padhu slows down, thinking.

Seeing hesitation on her face, Raju quickly adds,
“Even my groceries are over. I’ll come with you. I’ll stay with you and teach you how to bargain.”

Padhu pauses… then nods.
“Okay, come.”

Inside, Raju feels a rush of excitement.

“Wait one minute, madam,” he says eagerly. “I’ll come now.”

He rushes inside his room.

Meanwhile, inside the flat, the doorbell rings.

“Who the hell is it now…” Kiran mutters irritably, pulling on his pants.

The bell rings again.

Annoyed, he walks to the door, opens it—

And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of him.

End of Part 1

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Our beautiful paddu

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Raju comes out of his house holding a small bag. He looks at Padhu and says casually,
“Madam… shall we go?”

Padhu nods.
“Okay, let’s go.”

Raju walks to his bike and pulls it forward. The moment Padhu sees it, she stiffens.
“Why the bike?” she says quickly. “Let’s walk.”

Raju’s smile freezes for half a second.

Inside his head, frustration flashes.
Damn it… if we went on the bike, one sudden brake and she would crash against me. I could feel everything. But now she’s refusing. What do I do?

He recovers fast and says,
“Oh madam, if we walk, it will take a long time. If we go fast, we can come back quickly. Anyway, your son is alone at home, right?”

Padhu shakes her head calmly.
“It’s okay. He’s grown up. He can stay alone. Even if we get late, it’s fine. Let’s walk.”

There’s nothing Raju can do.

“Okay,” he says.

Padhu starts walking ahead, her pace unhurried. The road is quiet, the sun warm. With every step she takes, her hips move naturally—soft, full, impossible to ignore.

Raju walks behind her, eyes locked. He doesn’t even try to hide it from himself anymore.

Just walking… and she moves like this, he thinks.
If this is how she sways outside, what would it be like closer?

His hand tightens unconsciously as desire pulses through him. He slows his steps just to watch her longer.

Scene cut to:

Inside the apartment, Kiran opens the door—and freezes.

Standing in front of him is the neighbor aunty. She’s wearing a nighty, loose and thin, clinging softly to her shape. She’s tall, and because of that, her chest is right at his eye level—full, heavy, impossible to miss.

For a moment, neither of them speaks.

Kiran swallows.

His body reacts before his mind does. Heat rushes through him, sharp and sudden. She notices immediately—his posture, his breath, the way his body stiffens.

Inside her mind, a thought slips out before she can stop it.
What is this boy… so young, yet so strongly built?
Even my husband never looked like this.

Kiran looks away for a second, then back again.

She usually comes out with a towel, he thinks.
I never imagined she looked like this underneath. Not just that—her whole body… she’s solid. Confident. Powerful.

In beauty alone, she could stand next to Padhu without losing anything. She isn’t lesser—not even slightly.

She clears her throat.
“Kiran babu… is your mother at home?”

“Oh… aunty,” he says quickly. “She just went to the market.”

She frowns lightly.
“She usually doesn’t go alone, right? You could have gone with her.”

“I told her,” Kiran replies. “But she didn’t listen. She told me to focus on my work.”

“Hmmm… okay then. I’ll come later,” she says, turning slightly.

But Kiran doesn’t want the moment to end. Not yet.

His eyes linger, his mind racing.

“Oh aunty,” he blurts out, “you came after so long. Please come in. I’ll make tea for you.”

She hesitates—just for a breath.

Then she nods.

Maybe it’s the silence.
Maybe it’s the way he looked at her.
Maybe it’s the tension still hanging between them.

She steps inside.

Scene cut to:

Outside, Padhu keeps walking, unaware of the parallel storm brewing elsewhere.

Behind her, Raju follows, every step heavier than the last. His eyes never leave her.

Today, he thinks,
something is finally moving.

What happens next between Kiran and the aunty?
What line is Raju preparing to cross?

End of part 2

Read the next part…

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When Kiran says, “Come inside, aunty, I’ll make tea,” Aamini hesitates for half a second. She doesn’t reply—but her feet move before her mind does. She quietly steps inside.

“Sit down, aunty. I’ll make tea and bring it right now,” Kiran says.

Aamini looks at him with mild surprise.
“Wow, Kiran… you know how to make tea too? These days even girls don’t know how to light a stove, and here you are making tea.”

“My mom taught me, aunty,” Kiran replies casually. “Not just tea—I know cooking too.”

She smiles, impressed.
“You’re really great. Your mother did a good job raising you.”

Kiran lets out a small laugh.
“Okay then, you watch TV. I’ll bring the tea,” he says and walks into the kitchen.

The moment he turns away, his face changes.

Damn… what is this aunty, man, he thinks.
Before I even notice her face, my eyes go straight to her chest. It’s impossible not to look. Somehow… I have to pull her into my line.

In the hall, Aamini sits stiffly on the edge of the sofa, her back straight, hands folded tightly in her lap.

What is wrong with me today? she thinks.
Why am I even noticing his bulge like that? Ever since I saw it, my head feels foggy. I didn’t even realize when I walked inside. I should drink the tea and leave immediately… otherwise, this could get dangerous.

Ten minutes feel longer than usual.

Kiran returns with the tea cup.

“Here you go, aunty.”

His body language is relaxed—but his erection is still obvious. He hasn’t made any effort to hide it.

Aamini notices. Her heart skips.

Oh God… what kind of karma is this?
Ever since I saw it, my mind has stopped working properly. I’m trying to leave, and he’s standing like this in front of me. Is he doing this deliberately… or am I reading too much into it?

“Thanks, Kiran,” she says softly. “It smells really good… looks good too.”

Kiran smiles slightly.
“What will you know just by looking, aunty? You’ll enjoy it only if you taste it.”

She looks up sharply.
“What?”

He chuckles, pretending innocence.
“I mean the tea, aunty.”

“Oh…”
She drinks the tea and says:
“It’s very good, Kiran. You made it really well.”

“If you’re okay with it, I can make it even better, aunty,” he says lightly.

She coughs, caught off guard.
“Tea… right?”

Kiran laughs.
“Of course. What else did you think, aunty?”

Her thoughts scream.

Is he intentionally talking like this? Or is my mind twisting everything? Either way, I need to leave now.

She stands up quickly.
“Okay, Kiran, I’ll go now. Thanks for the tea. Tell your mother that Aamini aunty came.”

Inside, Kiran feels a brief disappointment.

Damn… she’s leaving already? If she stayed just a little longer…
No. Better not push it. Today, this is enough.

Out loud, he says calmly,
“Okay, aunty. I’ll tell her. Bye.”

“Bye, Kiran. You’re a very good boy,” she says.

“You’re also very good…”
figure, he adds silently in his head,
“…aunty. Bye.”

Aamini steps out of the house, her chest feeling tight, her thoughts tangled.

What is happening to me? Why did my eyes keep going there?
And how can someone that young be built like that? My husband probably doesn’t even have half of that…

She suddenly feels a strange warmth below. She realizes her lower lips are wet.

The realization hits her hard.

Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment.

She quickly adjusts her nighty and walks away, her face burning.

Scene cut to:

Outside, Padhu walks ahead, her hips moving naturally with every step. The rhythm is unintentional—but impossible to ignore.

Behind her, Raju walks, his eyes fixed, his hand rubbing discreetly against his groin.

“Raju, let’s go to D-Mart first,” Padhu says. “Groceries are cheaper there.”

“Oh madam, why D-Mart?” Raju replies smoothly. “I know a wholesale shop even better than that. I always buy there.”

“But quality is good at D-Mart, and prices are low,” she says.

“The place I buy from has even better quality,” he insists. “Direct from the company. Lower rates, good stuff.”

“But sir and I always buy only at D-Mart.”

“Maybe sir doesn’t know, madam,” Raju says, pretending casual confidence.
“Just check this place once. If you like it, you’ll come here again yourself.”

She slows down.
“Hmmm… okay. Where is it?”

Inside, Raju’s pulse quickens.

The bird has stepped into the path. Now… it’s just a matter of time.

“It’s nearby, madam. Just two minutes.”

Two minutes later, they stop in front of a small shop. It’s cramped, noisy, packed with people pushing past each other.

Padhu frowns immediately.
“What is this, Raju? Why did you bring me here? There’s not even space to stand. The shop is so small. This won’t work—let’s go to D-Mart.”

“Oh madam, don’t worry,” Raju says quickly.
“It’s small, but prices are cheap—that’s why everyone comes here. Just look at the crowd.”

“Forget prices,” Padhu snaps.
“Look at the people. Anyone can bump into me anytime. Even if it costs more, D-Mart is better.”

Raju steps closer, lowering his voice.
“Madam, I’m used to this place. And we’ve already walked a long way. D-Mart is very far from here. In this heat, we can’t walk that much. You said no bike. So we have no option. Trust me—I won’t let even a fly touch you. We’ve come this far… going back empty-handed won’t look good. Trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

Padhu thinks. The sun beats down. The road behind feels long.

Finally, she sighs.
“Okay.”

Raju smiles instantly.
“Thank you for trusting me, madam. Come.”

Inside his head, one thought repeats.

Got the bird.

What does Raju do next?
What is Kiran’s next move?
Will Aamini and Padhu lose control?

Read the next episode…!!!

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Dear readers, i have updated the 1st and 2nd part again which is now more engaging and erotic , if u already read try to read again the 1st 2 updates are short it dont take much time of urs. 

Else u can skip it and continue to 3rd part , its ur choice.

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Raju watching paddu's bouncy ass

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Instead of just reading and leaving if u guys interact or suggest or advice me i can do little better, else i think no one liked this story and obviously i would lost interest to write this story and stop this.

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nice start, lets see how the story rolls

[Rocky@handsome]

Instead of just reading and leaving if u guys interact or suggest or advice me i can do little better, else i think no one liked this story and obviously i would lost interest to write this story and stop this.

Let me be very honest — this story has only just begun, so how can we as readers start a proper discussion yet?

Please don’t take it the wrong way. I’m not saying the concept is bad — in fact, I really like the concept a lot! It’s fresh and interesting.
But the thing is… we’ve barely gotten to know the characters properly yet.— Let the story move forward a little, introduce us to the people, build some moments, maybe throw in the first interesting twist or conflict — only then can we truly feel connected and start having meaningful discussions about it.

I want to say it again: the beginning is genuinely strong and the idea has a lot of potential. It’s promising!
Just give it a little more time to breathe and unfold. Readers will automatically start talking, sharing theories, and giving feedback once the story picks up pace.( Sabr rakho — response zaroor aayega. ❤️)

Please don’t take my comment in a negative way at all. This isn’t criticism — it’s just a gentle request for a bit more patience. You’re off to a good start. Keep going! ❤️


Regards 

Rocky!! ❤️

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nice start, lets see how the story rolls

Even i dont know , lets see together how this story turns.

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Let me be very honest — this story has only just begun, so how can we as readers start a proper discussion yet?

Please don’t take it the wrong way. I’m not saying the concept is bad — in fact, I really like the concept a lot! It’s fresh and interesting.
But the thing is… we’ve barely gotten to know the characters properly yet.— Let the story move forward a little, introduce us to the people, build some moments, maybe throw in the first interesting twist or conflict — only then can we truly feel connected and start having meaningful discussions about it.

I want to say it again: the beginning is genuinely strong and the idea has a lot of potential. It’s promising!
Just give it a little more time to breathe and unfold. Readers will automatically start talking, sharing theories, and giving feedback once the story picks up pace.( Sabr rakho — response zaroor aayega. ❤️)

Please don’t take my comment in a negative way at all. This isn’t criticism — it’s just a gentle request for a bit more patience. You’re off to a good start. Keep going! ❤️


Regards 

Rocky!! ❤️

Thanks for this long msg, and logically u are right i agree but from my point of view as a fresher i have anxiety or eagerness views are 300+ and updates as 3 parts i dont expect advices or appreciations or anything just need a little push to feel okay atleast someone read my story satisfaction for my time and effort. 

Haha i am damm sure someone will put comment atleast after seeing that comment on mine and as expected u did thanks for that rocky , now i feel good u know.

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Part-4

Aamini freshens up, splashes water on her face, and walks into the hall. She switches on the TV and starts flipping channels absent-mindedly. Suddenly, a **Kamasutra ad** flashes on the screen—slow visuals, suggestive lines, bodies too close for comfort.

The moment she sees it, heat rushes through her body again.

Her breath tightens.

“Damn it…” she mutters and immediately switches the TV off. She walks straight into the kitchen, trying to shake the feeling.

“What the hell is happening to me?” she says to herself.
“Unnecessarily I went to Paddu akka’s house today. That moment… the moment I saw his dick… everything went out of control. Since then, my body isn’t listening to me at all.”

Hunger hits her suddenly. She opens the fruit basket. Her eyes fall on a **banana—long, thick, heavy**.

Her mind betrays her instantly.

Kiran.

His body.
That shape.
That hardness.

“Oh God… what have I turned into?” she groans.
“This is it. From now on, I have to stay away from Kiran. Otherwise, it feels like I’ll walk up to him myself and ask for it. Chi… what nonsense. He’s young. What am I even thinking?”

She exhales sharply.

“I have to be careful. He’s sharp… too sharp. The way he stood there… half of me feels he *wanted* me to look at his dick. Or am I just imagining things?”

Her thoughts won’t settle.

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At the same time, in the next flat, Kiran lies back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Fuck…” he whispers.

“I missed a damn good chance today. I really thought I could slowly pull Aamini into my line. But she slipped away.”

He smirks slightly.

“But the way she kept staring at my dick… no woman looks like that unless she wants it. That means she has hunger too.”

He frowns.

“I always thought her husband must be solid in bed. Maybe not. Or maybe his dick isn’t enough for her. Or maybe I’m overthinking.”

He closes his eyes.

“Whatever it is… one day, I want to fuck her properly. Just once… to see how she reacts.”

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Meanwhile, Paddu and Raju walk into the crowded shop.

“Raju,” Paddu says, “two kilos of idli rava, one kilo upma rava, and three litres of oil packets. That’s all for me. What are you buying?”

Raju looks at her—not at the items.

*When a woman like you is right in front of me,* he thinks,
*what do I need anything else for? I came here only for your body, you mad woman.*

Out loud, he says,
“I’ll take a dozen eggs, madam.”

“Oh… one egg a day?” Paddu smiles. “Good. Protein is important.”

Raju swallows.

*Yeah… if I want the strength to handle a woman like you,* he thinks darkly.

“Yes madam,” he says. “True.”

Inside the shop, men keep staring at Paddu shamelessly. Some don’t even hide it—eyes roaming, lips parted. A few hands move unconsciously at their groins.

Paddu feels it.

“Raju… why is everyone looking at me like this?” she asks uneasily.
“Do I look strange?”

*Strange?* Raju thinks.
*You’re fucking dangerous. They’re fucking you with their eyes.*

“Nothing madam,” he says calmly. “Don’t bother. Come, let’s finish fast.”

Paddu reaches up to take oil packets from a higher shelf. As she lifts her arms, her pallu slips slightly.

Raju’s breath stops.

“Fuck… what luck today,” he thinks.
Her breasts strain forward, full and heavy, clearly outlined—like ripe mangoes begging to be touched.

Paddu realizes it instantly and adjusts her pallu. She looks at Raju.

He’s smiling. Crooked. Hungry.

She turns her face away, cheeks burning.

What she doesn’t realize is that **many eyes saw the same thing**, not just Raju’s.

“Raju,” she says softly, “I can’t reach that oil packet. Can you get it?”

“Sure, madam. Stand aside.”

She steps back.

Raju hands over the packets. Paddu says,
“I’ll take the rest. You go and buy your things.”

He hesitates.

“It’s okay madam, I’ll buy after you—”

“No,” she cuts in. “It’s already late. Kiran will be worried. You go.”

Raju has no choice. He walks away.

What Paddu doesn’t know is that **some eyes have been waiting exactly for this moment**.

Scene cut to:

Aamini is watching the TV , then suddenly 

The doorbell rings.

“Who is it now?” she mutters, walking to the door.

She opens it—

And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of her.


Who rang the bell? And what will happen to paddu now, does raaju succeeded in his plan? These we will see in next part.

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Stay tuned for upcoming update.

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Paddu market  scene

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I would love Padu to have relation with low class old man. They can satisfy Padu because they dont get woman easily. Please writer old man low class please

[Siva40]

Wow
Super

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I would love Padu to have relation with low class old man. They can satisfy Padu because they dont get woman easily. Please writer old man low class please

Haha lets see does raju gets that chance or any other guy.

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Wow
Super

Thank you , any improvements do i need to do ?

[Hydro123]

Hi guys , i read a beautiful incest story here written by nivithenaughty , extraordinary writer 



Here is the link to story: Not Just a mother anymore
Please do check that story if any one like incest.

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Yes but make the story fous on his mom more I really like it but not sons story  just make him suffer watching his mom banged
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